BABYDOLL XS

Thursday, April 29, 2010

' Thursday, April 29, 2010

Do you people still read my blog? Are you people eager for updates? Hah, okey then no. Shall delete.

Behind the cameras off set

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

' Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Cute is when a person's personality
shines through their looks.
Like in the way they walk,
every time you see them
you just want to run up & hug them.

S: And you allowed him to let you go?
B: Yeah, guess it's the best thing I can do for the both of us.
S: But why?
B: Because S, he's happier that way.

I played with the shadows against my ceiling as the cars drove past the city lights. But nothing amuse me. An hour, three, sixteen hours. Nothing that happened for the nights ahead, smells as good as my raspberry timbra.

Yeah he deserve a break from the nonsense that I've caused. So do I. Let's just observe what happens next, see if there's a second sequel. However, quit hoping. (Damn I really thought this was real as it sounds.)

Behind the cameras off set

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

' Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Falling in love
should be like
polaroids.
(Instant.)

I think I need another story. Something that would either keep my readers ponder, or cracked, or shattered with the absurdity these illusions offered. Something hellacious that tangle all the emotions you can think of in a confused ball. This whole thing is nothing new, life is out of surprises. Tired of all the insincere, and little secrets we guard from fear. Maybe Santa saved them all for Christmas so that he can blow them off my face till my lips turn green. Couldn't at least one chapter of this follow the exact routine from Cinderella Story? I need a gorgeous dude to smile at me while I grab my books from my locker in the hallway, then turns away making me ponder if that smile meant something his lips wouldn't want to say. Holy, fireworks.

Did I asked too much? Maybe I am just not capable of making decisions, or reading what's really written. My mind is overload. I like the way you made your way in, but I resisted. Now I'm losing grip and I don't know what's happening. I couldn't possibly tie you up in a tree in my backyard just to make sure you're never gonna turn your back against me and walk away. But whatever lies ahead of me, us, is just destined to be that way.

This boy I know came running up to me and comment on my glorious curls. So we chat a little and enjoyed our evening dance. One instant second you robbed me from the world, felt this sense of beautified diversity. How fickle my senses are, the heart took control of my mind. What I felt worth, is about to ruin a special union between two. Now the crowd has spoken, the meanest person would be someone who knows she's a scandal, but still plays along with it. Let astrology do the magic, maybe slowly the darkness light up the truth to guide me if this half piece, matches the other. When the sky breaks away and the cold atmosphere rolled in, we face the tragedy of the night. Maybe I can stay with you if you don't stray away. Although the seasons ever changing, maybe if you allow me, we can figure this out we can pull it through. But this is all up to you.

Or we have another way. Keep cramming the mischieves into our individual novels. At least we can laugh about it after we start another season of this series. Meanwhile, should I pretend I don't wish to know what's it left for us? Hey Javonte, do you have any intentions to make this simpler?

Behind the cameras off set

BUKAN AHLIAN, IT'S PRINCESS ♥

Hello. My name is TIKA SHERRA

Easily recognised as Babydoll XS, or Tikos.

I have issues. Strange issues, the sort that speaks absurdity all the time and you have no slightest idea what is going through her demented mind that you wished you could grab the oversized Spongebob Squarepants toy from Toys R Us and stuff it in my mouth in less than half a second. According to the humble opinion of people, I lived somewhere out of the universe where stars CAN fall on your laps, flowers can bloom beautifully within 5.32 seconds once you snap your fingers the right way. Sadly my body is trapped in the reality of the cruel world known as the Earth. But I am here for a reason. I will tell you why. I am here to make ordinary dreams extraordinary. I am here to make history more exciting, more frenzied, more beautiful then any history book ever written that you have ever read. I dont believe knowing oneself just through 8 digits. It's a total shit. In Spring I make full use of the vintage butterfly net catcher at a garden placed at one end of Mississippi to capture lustful looking butterflies and gently place them in a large glass jar. By noon, the glass jar will be filled with amazing colours that flickers radiantly under the afternoon sunshine. I bet you will be amused by the display of my overwhelming contentment once I carefully lift the lid. Wouldn't your worries be washed away by the magic of the elegance floating across the air? I assure a hundred dollars that you would be NEVER regret by the sight of it. I believe in magic, maybe not the magic where magicians shoved a rabbit in his infamous hat and 2 seconds later the animal turn into colorful confetties, but more of serendipity. Like when you are searching for something all these years but suddenly you find something totally different, but it gives you more bliss than what you thought you were looking for. Life doesnt go the Harry Potter way, you couldnt go around waving your wand at the cookie jar in your demanding 'Accio cookie jar' voice and the next second its flying towards your way and the next its in your hands. Things dont revolve around you, no matter how richer you are then Paris Hilton. I have a level of obsession on novels and dramas that had filth my mind and suck up my capability of identifying whats fiction and real. I would call you in the middle of the night blabbering my grandmas stories and how I pictured it would be if we could slide down the rainbow and add glitters to it, I BElieve it hold a more profound meaning to some wishful youths like me. Sometimes I feel like being friends with Timmy Turner, then shove a little self-esteem so that he wouldn't just start every sentence with 'I wish' and get dependable with Cosmo and Wanda instead of getting his bums up conducting what he wished for. IN my world, everyone is a pony. We people are ponies. We eat rainbows and poop extremely cute pixies to LOVE. Isn't life great?

Meet my boyfriend, that I love truly.

The person who is more than willing to spent all his summertime on a hot air balloon with you, who teases you beautiful under the snowfall and picks every color of bloom roses in spring just to see you jump with excitement. He'd bring you hot chocolate with colourful marshmellows upon hearing you have a fever of 37 degrees and make you peanutbutter with raspberry jelly waffles before classes knowing you often skip breakfast. He would say what he meant, and meant what he says even if its a sentence make up of three words. He can almost make your heart burst by saying those devoting things. Every breath that he takes, you know he's thinking of you. At times, you and him can argue how sexy Ashton Kutcher is in a pair of G string but still hold hands and doesnt involve much tears. Even though he lives in a house full of roadsigns and all of his homemates and himself walks around the house with sissy boxers, you're still certain that he only loves you. He will still call you 'Hey Sexy' or 'Hey Beautiful' despite knowing you certainly do not look pulchritudinous with Mrs Henry's brownies stuck in between your front teeth. At Saturday evenings he'd bring you down to Laguna Beach, California with his fantastical convertable just to catch the Sunset with you. If your feet feels hurt after a three hour shopping along 791 Madison Avenue all the way to 280 Mott Street, he would willingly let you wear his runners and he wears your pair of Donna Karan's wedge. He doesnt care if a million eyes staring and the fact that you can still laugh at him when he does you a big sexy favour. He doesnt care, doesnt care at all because he wants you to feel pleasantly happy. He will write plenty of songs with his friends and let the whole world know how much you mean to him, just like how much a slice of Oreo Cheesecake mean to you (:
but the secret is, these men only exists in Tika Sherra's fantasy. Story of my life :)

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